| He was born in brownstone turn-of-the-century walkup flat
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| He was lookin' pretty windblown down out and dirty when I crossed his track
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| I was a stranger didn’t know much
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| I didn’t walk the walk
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| And he gave me a smile that his eyes never touched
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| He said we gotta have a talk
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| Said there’s a whole lotta ways of seein' these things
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| From the outside lookin' in
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| If you want to get along you gotta walk down the line
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| The line is long and thin
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| You try to make it playin' easy rider
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| They’re gonna carry you out
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| You want to play it like a six-gun fighter
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| See what it’s all about
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| Down on Ogalala Boulevard
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| On th corner of Mercy Street
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| On Ogalala Boulevard
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| Whre the livin' is short and sweet
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| Down on Ogalala Boulevard way down
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| Down on Ogalala Boulevard
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| Well I might have been a nobody might have been young
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| I might have been a little bit green
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| But I knew that my mama’s favorite son
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| Was never ever gonna make that scene, no
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| You try to make it playin' easy rider
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| They’re gonna carry you out
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| You want to play it like a six-gun fighter
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| See what it’s all about
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| Down on Ogalala Boulevard…
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| There’s a time to turn and walk away
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| There’s a time to get where you’re goin'
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| If I learned one single thing from him that day
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| It’s keep your head in the air and see
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| Just where the wind is blowin'
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| Down on Ogalala Boulevard |